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Calmly I turned and looked into \)Our face 

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■HOPE,- 



BY HAROLD SPEAKMAN 




DECORATIONS 
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THOMAS Y. CROWtLL COMPANY 

NEW YORK 






Copyright. 1917, by 
THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY 



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TO LOIS WAKEFIELD 



The author thanks the publishers 
of The Churchman, Greenwich 
Village, The Christian Herald, 
The Comet and Christian Work 
for their courteous permission to 
reprint the following verses. 



CONTENTS 

Grieve Not 9 

Toward Freedom / / 

Truth 13 

To a Garden 15 

Sight 19 

I Look l^nto the Hills 21 

To Pain 23 

Rhythm 24 

The Lamps of God 25 

Man-o'-War 29 



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J GRIEVE NOT 

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• Grieve not that thou must play the 
I minor part 

• Onl\) to follow, where thou couldst 
J have led 

I With all the skill of him whose 

J crystal notes 

I Shrill forth so brilliantly — so 

{ brilliantly — 

I // thou art weary and a wistful 

I tear 

! Rests gentl}) on th\) cheek — ^<^ "o' 

I ashamed, 

• For in thy heart is naught of 
! bitterness 

I And all is Well ; play thou but on 

t and on 

I Until some time, when bending 

I low th\) head 

I In reverence and in humility, 

I Thou seest about thee in the 

I Silences 

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Rapt, list' ning faces where before 

were none ; 
Not men — ah no, but more — the 

Souls of Men. 




TOWARD FREEDOM 



Swift from the stagnant doubts 

that cling 
About us, chill and crystalline 
Rise up, O silent Heart, and fling 
Your song on high, far-echoing ; 
" This day — this day is yours, 

and mine ' ' ! 



Beyond the weary visioning 

Of baseless fears that clutch and 

twine 
Rise up, O splendid Heart — and 

sing— 



What matter if the wild rain 

sting ? 
It is a wholesome anodyne 
To heal you from the prisoning — 
Rise up, and make the glad cr\) 

ring : 
"Each day — each da^ is yours 

and mine ' ' ! 




TRUTH 



We looked upon the veiled face 

of Truth 
Intently, you and I, then spohc at 

last 
With all the swift impulsiveness 

of youth 
And told what we had seen. 

Each stood aghast 
Because the space between us 

seemed so vast. 
Awhile we paused, then with a 

waking smile 
Truth flamed before us, radiant 

as the sun — 



/ came, half-blindly groping for 
^our hand 



With tear-dimmed e\)es, to mal^e 

you understand 
That now — / k^ew your Truth 

and mine. Were one. 




TO A GARDEN 



Gethsemane — Gethsemane — 
How like a soft breeze o'er the 

sea 
Your name comes gently back 

to me. 

Back from the hills of Galilee, 
Back through the red years' 

panoply, 
Through Faith you sing of Peace 

to be, 
Gethsemane — 



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Down from the hills of Galilee 



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SIGHT 



My soul is young, its vision strange 
and new, 

Things of the present, tower 
giantesque 

About me, and each shadow shape 
that falls 

Upon the path ahead, gaps like 
a pit 

Until I pass its cool, mysterious 
shade 

And come with clearer vision to- 
ward the day. 



Beyond /np close horizon there 

may lie 
Calm, peaceful plains, or savage, 

unknown ways, 
But let me hasten on — for this I 

know : 



" Through joy, and sorrow, and 


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the blessed light 




That follows sorrow, shall I learn 




to see. " 








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I LOOK UNTO THE 
HILLS 



Oft I have seen a little child at 

play 
Upon an upland path where 

flowers grew 
Braving the brambles and the 

early dew 
To pick, ihe fairest flower of the 

day 
Which as he grasped it, seemed 

not half as ga^ 
As one beyond his reach, in size 

and hue 
Till gaining that, he soon forgot 

it too 
In striving for another 'cross the 

way. 

So let me live, that when at length 
I see 



Within my hand each garland I 

have sought 
I may not rest content where last 

I trod. 
But looking toward the summit 

eagerly 
Drop all my faded blossoms down 

as naught, 
Finding the path leads up and 

up — to God. 



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TO PAIN 



You came to me with solemn, 

swathed brow 
Brooding above me, till the day 

and night 
Whirled into one, beneath the 

bitter blight 
Of your pale garment and I l^new 

not how 
To suffer more. Then, from the 

torture place — 
As one who fears no sterner, 

harsher end — 
Calmly I turned, and looked into 

^our face 
And l^new \>ou then — Interpreter 

and Friend. 




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I RHYTHM 

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§ And the great voice of the sea 

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And the rhythmic beat of march- 
ing feet 

I Bring joy to the heart of me. 

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/ I^now the song of the rain 
And the call of the wood and the 
plain 



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I and Fears 



I The thund'ring Rhythm of the 

I passing Years. 

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THE LAMPS OF GOD 

Out in the silent vastness of the 
night 

Foot-free I wander, musing on 
the wide 

Star-studded portals and the time- 
less light 

Of stars, which in the gates of 
Heaven, tide 

The mighty shock, of each 

millennium 
With steadfast glow, and light the 

age to come. 



Shine on — thou Lamps of God 

that bring to me 
Unceasing promise of eternity. 



Out in the silent Vastness of the night 



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MAN-O'-WAR 




The tossing \^ears have swept me 




far astray. 




Bleached out the Colours and 




ejffaced m\) name. 




Lost me in mist, seared me in 




battle flame, 




But now I fear not, thou I feel 




the blame — 




For I have learned to pra^. 




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